scien and throné the french adjacents

[egodist]

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[naeddre]

You've sent us letters that have been blacked out, often. All I've been able to hear is something about flowers.

[egodist]

It's a start. Try hydroponics. There's—

[egodist]

[and he blips out of existence bye]

[naeddre]

[HELP NO COME BACK]

-- Scien? [): is he gone forever...]

[egodist]

[he blips back in and he's still talking as if he never disappeared]

—I've never had so many inane conversations in my life.

[naeddre]

[a beat. she looks. amused by this.]

Well, you certainly have an interesting group of people with you for that to be possible. [...] I heard next to nothing of what you just said.

[egodist]

Oh.

[ . . . ]

I wasn't talking about them. The ones you're thinking of.

[naeddre]

[a pause.]

Oh, you mean the previous crew. [...] Or the rats. I hope you don't mean the rats.

[egodist]

I ignore the rats.

[so yea the former]

[naeddre]

Wise of you.

I suppose I can't ask you if the previous crew has anything interesting to say. Please don't explode into opera like Dahut.